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The Billionaire Foster Kid
Scenario:Shane Weber has led a hard broken life, a poor orphan, and his girlfriend is leaving him for a more richer prospect. But his fortune is about to change dramatically. Shane inherited immense wealth from his grandfather, shocking everyone. He was the heir to the only multi-googolaire family in the world. He endures constant criticism and judgment from those around him. He vowed that those who labeled him a failure would eventually bow at his feet. How will he use his new-found wealth to shape those around him, as he reclaims his life?. With a new-found sense of responsibility, Shane will get revenge on those who mistreated him? Will he succeed?
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Shane Weber
He is a former orphan who was raised in foster care, discovering he was the secret heir to a multibillion dollar inheritance. He is resilient, sarcastic, and determined. Shane faced a tumultuous childhood, where he struggled financially and emotionally. His life took a drastic turn when his biological parents died in a car accident, leaving him wealthy beyond imagination. Despite criticism and past hardships, Shane decides to use his newfound fortune to help his former foster siblings and create a foundation in his name.
Ella
She is one of Shane's former foster siblings. She is optimistic, humorous, and caring. Despite not having a biological relationship with Shane, Ella maintains a close connection with him postreunification. She is one of the first individuals Shane seeks out to share the news of his inheritance about and supports his plan to create a foundation for their foster family.
Helen Weber
She is Shane's mother's estranged sister. She is manipulative, greedy, and distant. Initially, Shane had hoped for support from Helen after learning about his inheritance, but her motives are selfserving. She attempts to leverage her position to pressure Shane into giving her a significant portion of the inheritance, disregarding his emotional wellbeing. Her actions create tension and conflict within Shane's newly formed family bonds.
I was an orphan and knew very little about my parents, but my life took a drastic turn when I found out who they were.
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and my life was quite the opposite.
I was poor and lived in foster care, but none of that mattered because I had two people who loved me, and that was all that mattered.
But life had other plans for me, and things were about to get a whole lot better.
I wasn't left on the doorstep wrapped in a blanket with a note; I was dropped off at the local church with no idea who my parents were or why I was being given up.
The only thing I knew was that I was put into foster care, and from there, I was moved around until I finally landed at the Multifaith Home for Orphans run by nuns.
It didn't take long for me to realize that I wasn't like the other kids, and it wasn't just because I had been labeled as a failure from the time I was born until I turned eighteen and left the home.
I had been told my entire life that I would never amount to anything, that I would never be successful, that I would never be loved or wanted.
I sit across from Maria at our usual diner booth, watching as she stirs her coffee for the hundredth time.
The fluorescent lights above us cast harsh shadows on her face, making her look older than her twenty-five years.
She hasn't met my eyes once since we sat down, and I know something's wrong.
When she finally speaks, her voice sounds rehearsed.
"I've met someone else," she says, her words coming out in a rush.
"He's a CEO of a startup company. He drives a Tesla and has a beach house."
I grip my cheap coffee mug tighter, the ceramic hot against my calloused hands.
I work construction for a living, and I'm proud of the hard work I do, but it's not enough for Maria.
She wants someone with money and status, and I can't blame her for that.
I want those things too.
But I never thought that she would leave me for them. "He has an investment portfolio," she continues, ticking off his qualities like items on a shopping list.
"He has connections. His family is well-known in the city."
I feel my throat tighten as she slides her house key across the sticky table to me.
"Maria, is this really what you want?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She finally meets my gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination.
"I thought it was, but then I found out something about your parents," she says, her voice trembling slightly.
Her hands shake as she pulls a worn envelope out of her purse.
"I found this last week while cleaning our apartment," she explains, her voice softening.
"It was hidden behind the loose baseboard in your old room. I was going to throw it away, but then I saw your name on it."
She opens the envelope and pulls out a yellowed newspaper clipping and a folded piece of paper.
The clipping is an article about a fatal car crash involving Thomas and Eleanor Weber, two prominent businesspeople in the city.
They were killed instantly in a head-on collision with a drunk driver.
The article mentions that they have a daughter who survived them, but her name isn't mentioned.
The folded piece of paper is a letter, written in elegant cursive script.
Maria hands it to me, her eyes filled with tears. I take the letter and unfold it, my hands shaking as I read the words.
It's addressed to me, from my mother.
She writes about how much she loves me, and how hard it was for her to give me up.
She says that she and my father were involved in something dangerous, and that they couldn't risk putting me in harm's way.
She promises that she will always be with me in spirit, and that I will always be loved.
As I finish reading the letter, Maria reaches into the envelope again and pulls out another piece of paper.
It's a birth certificate, with my name on it.
But it's not the birth certificate that I've seen before - this one lists my parents' names as Thomas and Eleanor Weber.
I look up at Maria, confusion etched on my face.
"What does this mean?" I ask her.
"It means that you're rich," she says, her voice filled with emotion.
"You're an heiress to a fortune."
I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down. "But why didn't anyone tell me?" I ask her, feeling like I've been living a lie my whole life.
"Maybe they wanted to protect you," Maria says softly.
"Or maybe they didn't want you to know the truth."
I feel a lump form in my throat as I realize the enormity of what has just been revealed to me.
My whole life, I've felt like there's something missing - like there's a part of me that I don't understand.
And now, thanks to Maria, I finally have some answers. But as I look into her eyes, I can see that there's still something she's not telling me.
"There's more," she whispers, sliding a second envelope across the table.
I sit in my small apartment, staring at the letter in my trembling hands.
The words blur together on the page as I read them again and again, trying to make sense of what they're saying.
It's a letter from the estate of my grandfather, the man who I never knew existed until a few weeks ago.
He was a wealthy businessman, and when he died, he left behind a fortune that is now mine.
I still can't believe it.
I've spent my entire life living paycheck to paycheck, struggling to make ends meet.
And now, I'm suddenly one of the richest people in the city.
It's almost too much to take in. I think back to the day that Maria gave me the letter and told me about my parents.
I had no idea what to say or do.
I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down.
But as I read through the letter, I realized that there was more to the story than what Maria had told me.
There were secrets that she hadn't shared, and I needed to find out what they were.
I carefully fold up the letter and place it on the table next to me.
My fingers trace over the embossed seal on the envelope, feeling the raised edges of the design.
I get up from my chair and walk over to the window, looking out at the city skyline.
The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over everything.
I need to find Penelope, I think to myself as I stare out at the view.
I sit across from my grandfather's lawyer, Mr. Thompson, in his sleek office.
He slides a thick folder across the table to me, filled with papers detailing my new wealth.
I open it and begin to flip through the pages, my eyes widening as I see the extent of my inheritance.
There are private islands, mega yachts, and numerous properties around the world.
I see a blue Citibank card with a platinum W in the center.
"This is your new credit card," Mr. Thompson explains, his voice steady and professional.
"It has no spending limit, and you can use it for anything you need."
I nod, taking the card and slipping it into my pocket.
"And what about the liquid assets?" I ask him, referring to the cash portion of my inheritance.
"Those are detailed on page three," he replies, pointing to a section of the folder.
I turn to the page and scan down the list of numbers, my eyes widening as I see just how much money I have at my disposal.
"There's one more thing you need to know," Mr. Thompson says, his voice dropping to a whisper.
I look up from the folder, my curiosity piqued.
"Your grandfather had a business partner, and he believes you're the key to unlocking something they've kept hidden for decades."
I sit in my apartment, staring at the documents in front of me.
They're from the lawyers who handled my grandfather's estate, and they detail the terms of my inheritance.
My eyes scan over the pages, taking in the information.
It's a lot to process.
According to the documents, I've inherited 450 googol dollars.
I have no idea what that means or how much money that is.
I know that a googol is a number that's used to describe something that's really big, but I've never actually seen it used before.
I pull out my phone and open up a search engine to look up what a googol is.
After a few minutes of searching, I find the answer.
A googol is 10^100, which means 10 to the power of 100.
That's an enormous number, much larger than anything I could ever imagine.
I do some quick math in my head and realize that 450 googol dollars is an unfathomably large amount of money.
It's more than I could ever spend in a lifetime, even if I were to live for hundreds of years. I sit back in my chair and try to wrap my head around it all.
I can't believe that this is really happening to me.
Just a few weeks ago, I was living a normal life with no idea that any of this existed.
And now, suddenly, I'm one of the richest people in the world.
It's surreal, to say the least.
I pick up my phone and dial Penelope's number.
She answers after a few rings, and I can hear the sound of music playing in the background.
"Hey, what's up?"
I hear her say, her voice cheerful and friendly.
"Hi," I reply, my voice shaking slightly as I try to process everything that's happened.
"Are you okay?"
Penelope asks, concern evident in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
"I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Okay, what's going on?" she asks, her voice softening slightly.
"It's about the letter," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What letter?"
Penelope asks, her voice confused.
"The letter from Mr. Thompson," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Oh, right," Penelope says, her voice filled with understanding.
"What about it?"
I take a deep breath before answering.
"I just wanted to know if you knew anything about it," I say, my voice trembling slightly.
There's a pause on the other end of the line before Penelope responds.
"I don't know anything about it," she says, her voice soft and gentle.
"But I can try to find out more if you want."
"Okay," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
I hang up the phone and sit back in my chair, trying to make sense of everything that's happened. My phone rings again, and this time it's Jeremy on the line.
"Hey man," he says as soon as I answer.
"What's going on?"
"Not much," I reply, my mind still reeling from everything that's happened.
"How about you?"
"Oh you know," Jeremy says with a chuckle.
"Just hanging out with Ashton and Joe."
"Hey guys," I hear Ashton shout in the background.
I smile despite myself as I hear his familiar voice.
"Hey man," Joe says as he takes the phone from Jeremy.
"So what's going on?"
"Not much," I reply again, still trying to process everything that's happened.
"We were just wondering if you wanted to come hang out with us tonight," Joe says with a laugh.
"Yeah sure," I reply without thinking.
"Cool man," Joe says with a chuckle.
"We'll see you soon."
I shrug on my worn leather jacket, the one I bought secondhand when I first started construction work.
The familiar weight feels strange now, knowing that I could buy thousands like it if I wanted to.
My phone buzzes again, another text from Mr. Thompson about setting up offshore accounts.
I silence it and grab my keys, the old Honda key ring rattling against the new black credit card in my pocket.
The elevator doors open to reveal Mrs. Chen, my neighbor from down the hall.
She used to ignore me, but now she smiles too widely, her eyes darting to the designer watch on my wrist.
"Evening," I say with a nod as I hurry past her.
The familiar sounds of O'Malley's greet me as soon as I step inside.
Joe and the guys are already there, laughing and clinking beers together.
I slide onto the worn barstool next to Joe, who immediately flags down the bartender for my usual draft beer.
The smell of stale peanuts and beer fills my nostrils as Jeremy launches into a story about his latest mishap on the construction site.
I force myself to laugh along, but the watch feels heavy on my wrist, and the blue credit card burns in my pocket.
When Ashton complains about his mounting bills, my fingers twitch toward my wallet.
Instead, I grip my beer tighter and nod sympathetically, remembering how it felt to count every penny.
I realize that even with all the money in the world, some things remain unchanged.
I nurse my third beer, watching Jeremy and Joe argue over last week's football scores while Ashton scrolls through his phone.
Ashton mentions something about needing to fix his car again, and the weight of my secret presses down harder with each passing minute.
During a lull in conversation, I clear my throat.
"Guys," I say, my voice a little too loud.
"I need to tell you something."
Their attention snaps to me, their faces expectant.
I take a long pull of my beer before continuing.
"You know how I've been acting weird lately? Well, I've come into some money recently."
Joe's beer freezes halfway to his mouth.
"What do you mean?"
Ashton asks, his brow furrowed.
"It's kind of a long story," I reply, fidgeting with my napkin.
"But basically, I inherited a lot of money from my grandfather."
"Your grandfather?" Jeremy repeats, his eyes wide with surprise.
"I thought you said you never knew your parents."
I nod sheepishly.
"I didn't. But it turns out that my grandfather was a pretty wealthy man. He left me his entire fortune when he died."
The guys stare at me in stunned silence for a moment before Joe speaks up.
"Holy shit," he says, setting his beer down on the table with a thud.
"That's amazing."
I shrug, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, it's been pretty surreal."
"So what are you going to do with all that money?"
Ashton asks, leaning forward in his seat. "Well," I say, taking another sip of my beer before continuing, "I'm actually thinking about buying a house."
"A house?"
Jeremy repeats, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Yeah," I reply with a nod.
"I've been looking around and think I've found the perfect place. It's this huge villa on the outskirts of town. It has eight bedrooms, a private pool, a theater/game room, a nice garage, a helipad, a gym, and even a martial arts Dojo. It's perfect for us to live together."
The guys stare at me for a moment before Joe speaks up again.
"That sounds amazing," he says, his voice filled with genuine excitement.
"But are you sure that's what you want?"
I nod, feeling a surge of determination course through me.
"Yeah," I say firmly.
"I'm positive. And I want all of you to move in with me too."
The guys stare at me for a long moment before Ashton finally breaks the silence.
"I think we'd be crazy to turn down an offer like that," he says, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Joe and Jeremy nod in agreement, clinking their beer bottles against mine.
"To new beginnings," Joe says, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"To new beginnings," we all echo in unison.
The tension in the room dissipates as we clink our bottles together and take a long swig of beer.
Ashton leans forward, his eyes shining with excitement.
"So, how much money did you inherit?"
I laugh, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"It's a lot," I reply, taking another sip of my beer.
"Enough to buy a house and live comfortably for the rest of my life."
"That's amazing," Jeremy says, his voice filled with awe.
"What are you going to do with all that money?"
I shrug, feeling a sense of uncertainty wash over me.
"I'm not sure yet. But I know that I want to make the most of it."
The guys all nod in agreement, clinking their bottles together again.
"To making the most of it," Joe says, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"To making the most of it," we all echo in unison. I pull out my black credit card and wave it at the bartender, signaling for him to bring us another round of drinks.
"Put it on my tab," I say with a smile.
The bartender's eyes widen when he sees the card, and he quickly nods before hurrying off to place our order.
I lean back in my chair and take a sip of my drink, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.
It feels good to finally be able to treat my friends to something nice after all the years they've been there for me.
As I look around the table at their smiling faces, I feel grateful for their friendship and support.
We spend the next hour chatting and laughing together, enjoying each other's company and celebrating my good fortune.
When the bartender brings us another round of drinks, I thank him and hand him a generous tip before turning back to my friends. "So what do you guys want to do tonight?" he asks, his eyes shining with excitement.
"We could go out clubbing or hit up a bar or something."
I shrug, feeling a sense of indecision wash over me.
"I don't know. What do you guys want to do?"
Joe leans forward, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"Let's just enjoy tonight and see where it takes us," I say, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little.
I pull up to the front of Obsidian, the city's most exclusive nightclub, in my newly purchased Lamborghini.
The valet's eyes widen as I step out of the car, followed by my friends.
Joe lets out a low whistle as he takes in the long line of people waiting behind the velvet rope.
"Damn, this place is popular," he says, eyeing the crowd.
I lead our group straight to the VIP entrance, where a large bouncer stands guard.
He looks us up and down before nodding curtly.
"Name?" he asks gruffly.
I flash him a smile and pull out my black card.
"Thompson Holdings," I reply, handing him the card.
The bouncer's demeanor changes instantly as he takes in the sight of my card.
He quickly scans his list before nodding and stepping aside to let us pass.
"Right this way, gentlemen," he says, leading us inside. The club is dark and pulsating with music as we make our way through the crowded dance floor.
The bass thumps through my chest as we walk, and I can feel the energy of the club pulsing through me.
Ashton looks around in awe as we make our way to the VIP section.
"Holy shit," he says, his eyes wide with wonder.
"This place is insane."
We follow the bouncer up a set of stairs and into a private room overlooking the dance floor.
The room is filled with plush couches and tables, and there's a bar in the corner serving everything from champagne to top-shelf liquor.
A hostess greets us as we enter and offers to take our drink orders.
I order a bottle of champagne for the table while my friends order their drinks of choice.
As we wait for our drinks to arrive, I take a moment to look around at my friends.
They all seem to be enjoying themselves immensely, and I'm grateful that I could bring them here tonight. "This place is amazing," Jeremy says, taking a sip of his drink.
"I know," I reply with a smile.
"I'm glad you guys like it."
The hostess returns with our drinks and sets them down on the table in front of us.
I thank her and take a sip of my champagne before turning back to my friends.
"So, what do you guys want to do first?" I ask them, looking around at their smiling faces.
"I don't know," Joe replies with a shrug.
"What are our options?"
I stand at our private bar, pouring Dom Perignon into crystal flutes while my friends marvel at the opulence of the VIP room.
The champagne sparkles under the dim lights as I hand each glass to Joe, Jeremy, and Ashton.
Their eyes still hold a hint of disbelief at the surroundings - the leather couches, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dance floor, the personal bartender waiting attentively.
I remember countless nights we spent sharing cheap beers, dreaming of moments like this.
My hand trembles slightly as I lift my own glass, the weight of our shared history and this transformative moment pressing down.
Ashton raises his glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"To the guy who went from zero to hero overnight," he says with a wink.
Jeremy chuckles, clinking his glass against Ashton's.
"And to the friends who get to ride his coattails," Jeremy adds with a grin.
I stand up from the plush VIP couch, champagne glass raised toward my friends.
The crystal catches the pulsing club lights as I steady my voice.
Joe, Jeremy, and Ashton pause their excited chatter about the private room's amenities to look at me.
The moment feels heavy with meaning - these are the guys who stuck by me through years of struggle, sharing cheap beers and helping me move between cramped apartments.
Now they're here celebrating my fortune.
My hand trembles slightly as I propose the toast, watching their faces for their reactions.
I raise my glass higher, the crystal catching the pulsing club lights.
"To us and many more nights like this," I say, my voice carrying over the bass from the dance floor below.
Joe grins and clinks his glass against mine first, followed by Jeremy and Ashton.
The champagne fizzes as we drink, and I notice Ashton's eyes darting to the bottle's label - probably calculating its cost.
The moment feels both perfect and slightly off, like wearing a suit that's too expensive.
I take a deep breath, savoring the fleeting perfection of this night, aware that tomorrow might not hold the same promise.
I set my champagne glass down and lean back against the leather couch, watching my friends' faces in the dim light.
The music from the club below thumps through the floor, making the room vibrate.
I take a sip of champagne, letting the bubbles dance on my tongue.
"So," I say casually, "I was thinking of taking you guys on an all-expenses-paid vacation."
Joe nearly chokes on his drink.
Jeremy's eyes widen, and Ashton looks at me like I've lost my mind.
"Where to?" he asks, his voice uncertain.
I pull out my phone and start scrolling through private island listings.
"There are some amazing options," I say, showing them pictures of crystal-clear waters and pristine beaches.
"We could have a personal chef, a yacht at our disposal, and even a helicopter pad for easy access."
Jeremy's eyes get wider with each new picture.
Ashton leans in closer, his brow furrowed.
"Are you serious?" he asks, his voice laced with skepticism.
I nod and book the most expensive island on the spot, showing them the confirmation email.
Ashton shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and admiration in his eyes.
"Man, I knew you'd make it big, but this is next level," he says, his voice tinged with awe.
Joe leans back, a thoughtful look on his face.
I stand up from the leather couch, swaying slightly from the champagne, and raise my crystal glass high.
The club lights dance across the faces of Joe, Jeremy, and Ashton as they mirror my gesture.
My voice carries over the muffled bass from the dance floor below.
"This is just the beginning," I declare, "of a journey we never thought possible."
I outline our future adventures: private jets to exotic destinations, island-hopping on luxurious yachts, and parties that would make celebrities envious.
The guys exchange glances, their grins widening with each extravagant promise.
Joe leans forward, his grin turning into a smirk.
"Alright, but what's the catch?" he asks, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion.
Jeremy laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, there's always a catch with you."